AWAKENING THE VAMPIRE
SHADOW-WALKERS BOOK 3
(This is a standalone story.)
She protects supernaturals. He hunts them.
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She may be the killer’s next target.
Jessie Henriksen, the cynical lead guitarist of Hecate’s Fury, is convinced Death is stalking her. After all, she wears the Death/Undead rune tattoo. When she discovers her current lover’s mutilated body, his vicious, ritualistic murder thrusts her into the arms of a handsome, mysterious man and into the very destiny she has tried to avoid. Jessie is a Shadow-walker, chosen to protect supernatural creatures.
He hunts and kills supernaturals.
Merrick, a hunter and a dhampir, always hunts alone, but a Shadow-walker could help him solve his supernatural case. When he and Jessie team up to stop the killer, neither can deny the rising passion between them. Jessie lowers the barriers Merrick has built around his heart and discovers his dark past. If their love is to bloom and survive, he must convince her he isn’t a heartless killer. And other darkness awaits them, more than just the murderer. Surviving won’t be easy.
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The water ran in the bathroom, and I smiled. I could use a shower to perk me up. Showering with Merrick sounded even more appealing. I opened the unlocked bathroom door, taking that as a sign I was meant to join him. Quickly, I shed my clothes and unbraided my hair.
I slid the shower curtain open and caught Merrick with his hand wrapped around his erect penis. The erotic sight hardened my nipples and sent a yearning ache through my sex.
He turned, dropping his hands to his sides, his eyes widening either at me because I was naked or because I just caught him jerking off.
“Haven’t you ever heard of knocking?” he asked.
“Haven’t you ever heard of locking the door?” I climbed inside the tub, smiling playfully, and shut the curtain behind me while I ogled his stiff penis. “You know, I can help you with that.”
“Jessie, you are indeed making this difficult for me.” Yet he remained in the shower, his eyes brightening with desire, his impressive hard-on jutting out.
“Good.” I lathered my hands and stroked his erection, and it grew harder in my confident grasp.
We stood beneath the spraying water, and he groaned and clutched my shoulders as I glided one of my hands around his balls, giving them a gentle tug.
“Jessie, you’ll be the end of me.” His body convulsed beneath my strokes and squeezes along his throbbing length.
Mr. Calm and Collected threw his head back, digging his fingers into my shoulders, and let out a ragged moan that was close to a growl. Amber flickers sparkled in his blue depths, his two canine teeth elongating into fangs. A thrilling shiver rippled between my thighs.
“Bite me, Merrick.”
He shook his head and grunted, “Not a good idea.”
His body shuddered and rocked with his orgasm, and his cum shot out on my belly. I dipped my finger and brought some to my lips before the water rinsed it off my skin. He watched me lick his cum with a wide, admiring gaze. Merrick pulled me into his arms, kissed me, and turned around, leaning his forearms against the shower wall.
A pang of sympathy hit me for my conflicted mate. Naked and stripped of his daunting weapons, he still looked quite capable and strong, though I sensed a streak of vulnerability within that fortress of strength that made him even more appealing. Brimming with tender flickers of affection, I traced the faint scars on his rigid back. There were so many, like lines on a map. The back of my throat tightened, and a sympathetic twinge struck my chest.
The five young women of Hecate’s Fury are more than rock stars.
They are Shadow-walkers, chosen to help the supernatural world.
There’s just one problem—no one trained them.*
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